Ride To The End

Issue a warning as I should
I'll leave critics stiffer than morning wood
Haters encourage me; gracelessly they nourish me.

So scorning me is all good.

Buck a riddle, feeling what's real.
Fucking sizzle when you feeling what I reveal!
Stuck in the Middle, with Stealers Wheel!

I go to extremes just to bounce back to balance.
Past the edge and back like electron valances
Twisting talent, switching challenges...

I'm about to pop and fly, drop out of the sky
Like Ricardo "Ritchie" Valen!

No S. No stress. I won't anglicize that guy.
Marketing made his name a disguise.
Spark with me if you know the reason why.

Scattered dreams snap open in reams,
Apophenia, seeing faces everywhere.
Rap and show meaner, patterns wherever I stare!

Time Crook so at my wake
You can take my Rhyme Books
Flip through unused reds and blues

Trip ahead and groove,
Never again any pedestrian moves
Make your enemies misled, cry, beheaded and confused!

Snag a few pages of unused lore
Make it the basis of melting your mistress to the floor.
When you whisper-growl some delightful cypher no one's ever heard before!

Afterplay escalates foreplay
Patter spray escapes, stacks more frays
Lay around and make love all day.

Aftermath:

Show starter, tends to run
Flow harder, extended fun.
I wanna bestow ardor

On 1 in 20 nuns.

But since my teens I prolly came on too strong to every one!

Magic path, tragic past
Track what lasts
Driven by climbing

I strive forever grinding.
Alive like it's a crime to be whining.
Clever and free, never take a knee

Wreck my pain raw and faster,
Verbal Texas Chainsaw Massacre!
Hurdle my gains I scrawl and patter.

That ensures I maintain stature
I won't wait for any Final Hour
Greater Powers? Fate I'll devour.

When they make fire shower?
I'll call them out as fatally sour!
It's far greater to say Spirit is ours.

I elevate what's latent, unseen.
Great in Grand Design
Hand over Time, escaping keen.

But gifting as fact?
Uplifting a Godhand Smack?
Calling that Divine Final Hour, Creator's ours?

Even idea architects with a sculpted roll,
Are culpable of some heuristic shit.
That's just a culturally relativistic

Way of bigging up a Creator Tower
To make Chaos and Mother Nature cower!
And if that's your belief -- that's peace.

But I ain't tapping. I'm scatting so go glower!

I can drop logic to demystify objects
While still clicking with the gist off
Purpose in bliss
Assertive service of worship
For hours!

Learning curve is upward sloping when your mind stays open.

The cockstrength of your faith and imagination
Won't top what's lent when real space and time have their statement.

So while I am friend to insanity,
And don't mind the end of humanity,
That ego trip shit ain't the same as our planet!

Just handle what's in front of you.
Don't try to angle on what we're all coming to.
Your Creator might catch or blast but Nature laughs last!